Life is a series of decisions we make. Ticker tape options and wires crossed and messages ricocheting from one port to another. We write our own stories. The crazy question is: how do we process pain and what are our coping mechanisms we use? Sometimes it seems so voyeuristic to follow the timeline of someone’s death. Coping mechanisms gone awry in an easy to read timeline. I feel so sad about Philip Seymour Hoffman’s passing, yet I never met the man. I’ve seen so many of his films that I feel like I knew him. I saw him from a distance of about 20 feet the last time I was in Greenwich Village a few months back. He was sitting on a bench texting someone and I almost went up to talk to him but I got too scared so I just kept walking.

I have New York Times and CNN breaking news alerts on my phone and today’s news sure travels fast. It’s Tuesday and the sun is out in Halifax and the snow is melting. It’s a good day to be alive but man time moves at a rapid pace. The only thing I know for sure is something’s gonna change.

It’s been a pleasure getting to know some of you over the years. Thanks for coming out to the gigs and for listening. It’s a beautiful bumpy ride full of bandages and bruises and smiles.

Rest in peace Philip Seymour Hoffman.

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One Response to RIP PSH

  1. Frag says:

    You probably don’t remember this, but…one night at The Tin Angel, what seems like a lifetime ago, you told me you wanted me to do this ‘archivist’ thing because you knew I’d outlive you. SO glad the main things that might’ve made that true have changed. Nowadays, you’re likely to still be bouncing around on the stage when I’m long forgotten. It has been, and continues to be, an honor and a pleasure, my friend. See you soon!

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